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5 Days in Cancun

I made Cancun my final stop on my six-week trip through Mexico because I wanted to save the best beaches and the best parties for last. I was super excited for Cancun’s crazy nightlife and miles of postcard-perfect beaches, and this city totally delivered. Read on to find out how I spent five days in this tourist hotspot.

On my first day in Cancun, I arrived in the early afternoon after an 80-minute bus ride from Playa del Carmen. After checking in to my hostel and eating a huge meal of fried noodles and veggies at a Chinese restaurant (a girl can only eat so much Mexican food on a six-week trip), I decided to walk to the city’s main attraction: the beach!

My hostel was located in downtown Cancun, several kilometres from the beach and the Hotel Zone. I knew there was a frequent bus that shuttles people between downtown and the beach, but I didn’t know where the bus stop was, so I figured I would just walk. However, after walking for about 15 or 20 minutes and realizing how little the blue arrow on my GPS had moved, and how great a distance I had yet to travel before I reached the ocean, I decided that my plan to walk to the beach was a little too ambitious. I turned around and walked back to my hostel, where I asked a staff member about the bus that goes to the beach. He told me that the bus stop was just one block away from the hostel, and that buses come every 30 or 45 seconds, 24 hours a day. Best of all, a ride only costs 12 pesos. Perfect! I decided to save the beach for the following day, when I would have more time to enjoy it.

The next morning I walked one block to Cancun’s main road, Avenida Tulum, and found the bus stop easily. Sure enough, a bus came by before I even had time to dig 12 pesos out of my wallet. I got on the bus and rode it to La Isla Shopping Village in the Hotel Zone. I don’t know exactly why I wanted to see La Isla, since I wasn’t planning on buying anything. It’s just a super touristy, open-air mall with canals running through it. There was a Ferris wheel there that looked like it would have afforded killer views, but it didn’t appear to be in operation at the time.

I spent a few minutes walking around La Isla, then decided to walk five kilometres to Playa Delfines. I had heard there was a nice viewpoint over the beach there. I could have easily taken another bus, but I wanted to walk so that I could check out other beaches on the way, and also take pictures of the luxury hotels along the main road.

The first beach I came across was Playa Marlin. Just like every other beach I would later come across in the Hotel Zone, Playa Marlin is pretty much perfect. The powdery white sand goes on and on and on, the sea comes in my favourite shade of turquoise, and there’s tons of empty space to lay out a towel. It’s a basically flawless beach.

I returned to the road, walked a little more, and soon came across the entrance to the next beach, Playa Ballenas. It’s literally the exact same as Playa Marlin: absolute paradise.

As I walked along Kukulcan, the main road running through the Hotel Zone, I took pictures of the fancy luxury hotels, with their palm tree-lined driveways, perfectly manicured lawns, and elegant fountains. A world away from the backpackers’ hostel where I was staying!

When I finally got to Playa Delfines, the viewpoint wasn’t exactly what I was hoping it would be. It’s not that high, so you can’t see a whole lot of the beach from it. But you can see enough to realize that Playa Delfines is the epitome of the perfect beach. I snapped a million photos of it.

I hadn’t brought my bathing suit along that day, but I just couldn’t resist putting my feet in the clear aquamarine water at Playa Delfines. I walked to the shoreline and stood for a while letting the water wash over my feet, then I headed back up to the road and took a bus back to my hostel.

The next day I went back to Playa Delfines with a girl from Montreal whom I had met at my hostel the day before. The first thing we did when we arrived was to get in line and wait our turn to take pictures of each other in front of the “CANCUN” sign at the viewpoint there. (This was my idea, of course — I’m such a cheesy tourist sometimes!)

After that we picked a spot on the beach to lay out our towels, and I went swimming while the Montreal girl stayed on the beach. The water was absolutely perfect, refreshing and cold but not too cold. It was definitely the nicest swim I had in Mexico. I could have stayed in the water forever.

As we were lying on the beach after my swim, the weather took a bit of a turn for the worse. It would be hot and sunny for a few minutes, then the sun would disappear behind the clouds and the wind would pick up and blow sand in our faces. We never felt exactly cold, but we certainly weren’t hot enough to fancy going back in the water. So we just continued lying on the beach for the rest of the day, then took the bus back to our hostel.

The next day, both of us slept in until shortly after 1:00 p.m. (We had had a big night out in downtown Cancun with some other people from our hostel. As I recall, it involved lots of cheap white wine, followed by outdoor salsa dancing with locals in a public square.) Finally we managed to drag our hungover asses out of bed and take a bus to the beach.

We went to a different beach this time, Playa Gaviota Azul. It was quite a bit busier than the other beaches because it’s located right behind the main shopping and clubbing area. It was still just as gorgeous as every other beach in Cancun though.


I went for a swim as soon as we had picked a spot to lay out our towels. Then, as we were lying on the beach afterwards, the weather started behaving the same way it had the day before. It wasn’t cold by any means, but it was not exactly swimming weather. We still enjoyed lying on the beach though. It was actually kinda nice to have a break from the oppressive heat I had been experiencing most of the time in the Yucatan.

I haven’t said much about the nightlife in Cancun, but I have to mention what I did on my second-last night, because it was one of the most fun things I did in Mexico. The Montreal girl and I, along with a few other people from our hostel, made a trip to Coco Bongo. If you haven’t heard of Coco Bongo, it is THE place to party in Cancun. It’s a nightclub that puts on nightly shows with acrobats, dancers, and performers impersonating famous singers. The best part is that the ticket price includes an open bar all night. At $85 USD per ticket(!), it’s not a place you’re going to party every night, but you have to go just once if you’re ever in Cancun. For a long time, I was hesitant to go because I doubted that any nightclub could be worth $85 USD, but I’m glad I finally bit the bullet and went. The performances were amazing and I had a lot of fun there. It’s a can’t-miss! (Unfortunately, I don’t have any photos from Coco Bongo because the people working at my hostel warned us not to bring our phones, or even to bring anything except the money we would need for the bus. Apparently a lot of people lose their phones there. Let me tell you though, I saw plenty of people at Coco Bongo recording the performances on their phones, and I wished so badly that I had brought mine!)

On my last day in Cancun (which was also my last day in Mexico!), I went to Mercado Coral Negro, an artisans’ market just down the street from Coco Bongo. I browsed the wares a little but had to leave after only a minute or two because I just couldn’t stand the constant harassment I got from the vendors. I couldn’t go one-and-a-half seconds without someone calling to me, “Hola, senorita! Habla espanol? What you looking for? Can I help you? What you want to buy?” I tried my best to ignore them, but it’s hard work to ignore so many people that are right up in your face, so I just left.

After that I went back to Playa Gaviota Azul, which is just across the street from Mercado Coral Negro. I spent quite a while lying on the beach, soaking up as much sun as I could before I had to board a plane back to cold, dreary Toronto the next day. Then I gathered up my stuff, cast one last wistful glance upon the turquoise waves crashing in the ocean, and took the bus back to my hostel to start packing for my flight home.

As you can see by this summary of what I did in Cancun, it’s a great place to go if you want to be lazy and do nothing but lie on a beach all day. I met a few fellow travellers in Mexico who said they had skipped Cancun because they had heard it was too touristy. Personally, I think it would be a terrible shame to skip this city on a trip through Mexico. I always say that every place that’s touristy is touristy for a reason, and that is definitely the case with Cancun. I honestly think that the beaches here are the nicest beaches I have ever seen. If you’re looking for a place to just relax and soak up the sun for a few days, I wholeheartedly recommend Cancun. If there is a more perfect beach in the world than the ones in Cancun, someone please let me know because I would love to see it!

5 Days in Playa del Carmen

The penultimate stop on my trip through Mexico was the fabulous beach town of Playa del Carmen. Here’s a run-down of what I did during the five days I spent there.

I arrived in Playa in the early afternoon after a quick one-hour bus ride from Tulum. I had gotten very little sleep the two previous nights (Tulum nightlife is too much fun!), so I was not in the mood to exert myself too much that day. After eating, wandering the streets a little, and taking a few pictures of the beach, I went back to my hostel and took a nice long nap.

I woke up from my nap to a message from an Argentinian girl I had met in Tulum a couple nights earlier, asking if I wanted to go to Cozumel with her the next morning. I said yes, and we agreed to meet at her hostel at 8:30 a.m.

The next day, we met at the agreed-upon time and walked to the ferry terminal together to take the 9:00 ferry. (It leaves every hour on the hour.) The official price for the ferry at the ticket desk was 200 pesos one-way, but we managed to find a travel agent who sold us each a round-trip ticket for 300 pesos.

We disembarked in Cozumel after the 45-minute ferry ride, and set to work looking for a place to rent bicycles. After asking around a bit, we realized we weren’t going to find a place that would rent a bike to us for less than 200 pesos each, so we gave up that plan. Then we happened to run into an older British couple who were looking for the closest beach, and decided to share a taxi with them.

Between the four of us, we paid 300 pesos to take the taxi to Playa Palancar, a beach on the southwestern side of the island. I wasn’t super impressed with this beach. It’s not very wide, so there’s not a lot of space to lay out a towel. And if you go in the water, you have to wade through a nasty mass of seaweed close to the shore before you get to the nice, seaweed-free, swimmable water.

The Argentinian girl and I spent a short time at Playa Palancar, then took a taxi for 100 pesos to another beach, Playa Paraiso. This beach was better than the first one. We spent most of the day here, swimming and lying on the sand. The Argentinian girl brought her snorkel and saw lots of cool fish in the water. (She even told me that she found both Nemo and Dory).

Later in the afternoon we decided to walk south along the beach, and we discovered that it got even better the further we walked. Not only are the southern beaches much more spacious, but they were mostly deserted when we were there.

Shortly after 5:30 p.m. we left the beach and took a taxi back to the ferry terminal for 220 pesos. We started running as soon as we got out of the taxi, but we missed the 6:00 ferry by a minute or two. While waiting for the next ferry (at 7:00) we wandered through the city streets a little. It was a really nice place for an evening stroll, especially with the Christmas decorations that were up.

There was a cruise ship sitting in Cozumel’s port, all lit up and glittering on the horizon. It was just begging to be the backdrop for a little photoshoot.

After our photoshoot with the cruise ship, we walked back to the ferry terminal and caught the 7:00 ferry. We arrived back in Playa at 7:45. I had been planning to go out that night, but since we got back so late I decided instead to just grab some dinner, figure out what I was going to do the next day, and then head to bed.

The next day I decided to visit two nearby cenotes: Cenote Azul and Cenote Jardin del Eden. In the morning I walked to the spot where the colectivos leave, on Calle 2 at Avenida 15. On the street there was a line-up of people being shuffled into colectivos. I’m used to having to wait for a long time for a colectivo to fill up with passengers and leave, but there was no waiting this time. The colectivos were filling up as quickly as people could hop into them. Within a few minutes after I had left my hostel, I was on the road to the cenotes.

After less than a 30-minute ride, I got out of the van at the entrance to Cenote Azul and paid the driver 35 pesos. At the Cenote Azul ticket desk, I paid the entrance fee of 100 pesos and walked the short distance to the cenote.

Cenote Azul turned out to be one of my favourite cenotes of my trip. It was open, spacious, and impossibly gorgeous. Look at this crystal-clear green water:

I spent about an hour walking around and taking photos of Cenote Azul, then continued on to Cenote Jardin del Eden. The entrances to the two cenotes are just a few metres apart from each other. At the Jardin del Eden ticket desk, I was shocked to find out that the entrance fee was 200 pesos, making it the most expensive cenote I have visited. However, since I was already there and had nothing else to do that day, I figured I might as well pay for it.

After paying and receiving my wristband, I walked down the rather long but absolutely lovely path to the cenote. I honestly felt like I was in a fairy tale while walking down this path.

After a few minutes, Cenote Jardin del Eden appeared before me. It was certainly beautiful and impressive, but personally I preferred Cenote Azul. I’m really not sure why Jardin del Eden is twice as expensive as Azul, and I don’t think it’s worth the price they charge. If you only visit one of these two, I would recommend Cenote Azul. Don’t get me wrong — Cenote Jardin del Eden is still a beauty! But why don’t I let you judge for yourself:

After a quick swim in Cenote Jardin del Eden, I dried myself off and walked back to the highway. I crossed the road and stood waiting for another colectivo to carry me back to Playa. After only about one minute, a van came and picked me up, and I was on my way back to town.

The following day I decided to hit the beach. The beach in central Playa isn’t that great (there’s barely any space on the sand to lay out a towel) so I walked 45 minutes north to Punta Esmeralda. The beach here is so much nicer than the one in downtown Playa.

The coolest thing about Punta Esmeralda is the cenote located right on the beach, with its crystal-clear water flowing straight into the ocean.

My original plan for the day was to find a spot to lay out my towel, go for a quick dip in the sea, then spend the day lying lazily on the sand. However, the beach in this part of town was so nice that it was just begging to be explored further, so I kept walking along the shoreline, keeping the water on my right. I kept telling myself that if I didn’t stop and find a place to lay out my towel soon, I wasn’t going to have any time for lazing on the beach. But I couldn’t bring myself to stop walking, since the scenery was so beautiful and each section of the beach was so different from the one before it. I ended up walking about two kilometres along the shore, bare feet in the water, before deciding to turn around and head back.

When I got back to Punta Esmeralda, I finally took the quick swim that I had been meaning to take. The water was so cool and refreshing, and the ocean floor as I waded in was smooth and sandy with hardly any rocks. Best of all, there was no seaweed! (I was very happy about that last point, after my unpleasant experience at the beach in Tulum.)

I had spent so much time walking along the beach that I didn’t have any time to lie down on the sand after I came out of the water. So I dried myself off, put my dress back on, and started walking back to my hostel.

I walked to and from Punta Esmeralda by way of 5th Avenue, which is Playa’s main pedestrian street. It’s lined with restaurants, boutique stores, artisans, and people selling tours. It was quite entertaining to stroll down this street and take everything in.

What’s more, as you get closer to Punta Esmeralda, you’ll see that 5th Avenue and the streets branching off it are lined with tons of incredible street art.


On my last day in Playa del Carmen, I paid a visit to Akumal Bay, which is located about halfway between Playa and Tulum. Akumal is famous for being home to sea turtles that you can swim and snorkel with. Unfortunately, I didn’t see a single sea turtle during my visit, but I still had a nice day at the beach there.

To get to Akumal, I once again walked to the colectivo station on Calle 2 at Avenida 15 and climbed into a van headed for Tulum. The drive to Akumal took about 30 minutes and cost 40 pesos. When my driver dropped me off, I had to cross the highway and then walk down a path for a few minutes before reaching the entrance to the beach. There I had to pay an entrance fee of 100 pesos to access the beach.

The beach in Akumal is nothing spectacular, but it is nice.

Even though I didn’t see any sea turtles in the water, I did see tons of fish. That is, I only saw one particular kind of fish, but I saw a lot of them. They were white in colour and quite sizeable, probably more than half a foot long and three or four inches tall. The water was so clear that I didn’t need a snorkel to see them. They were swimming all around me, so close that I easily could have reached out and touched them. In fact, a couple of times I even felt one of them hit me with its tail as it swam by. It was pretty cool. I’ve never seen so many fish while swimming in the ocean.

Overall, Playa del Carmen was cool and I had a good time there. Since it’s so close to Tulum, most of the places you will visit on day trips from Playa are the same places that you can easily visit from Tulum. I preferred the vibe in Tulum more than the vibe in Playa (it’s more chill and less touristy), but both places have their charms.

The next and final stop on my Mexico trip is one of the biggest tourist destinations in the world: the one-and-only white-sand beach paradise of Cancun!

6 Days in Tulum, Mexico

The sixth stop on my Mexico trip was the coastal city of Tulum, which is part of the Mayan Riviera in the state of Quintana Roo. The city is known for its bohemian, hippie-ish vibe, which was apparent to me as soon as I stepped off the bus. It’s a very laid-back, take-it-slow kind of place. That suited me just fine. I was looking forward to a bit of relaxation and beach time after all the day-tripping I had just done in Merida.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to get my relaxation on as soon as I arrived in Tulum, due to a slightly stressful occurrence that happened on my first day. After settling into my hostel, walking around a little, and eating a nice meal at a restaurant, I set out to find an ATM where I could replenish my nearly-depleted stock of pesos. I found a bank with a row of ATMs inside, and used one of them to withdraw some cash. An hour or so later, back at my hostel, I realized that I didn’t have my debit card on me anymore. I must have been so distracted with counting the cash that came out of the ATM that I forgot to take my card out of the machine.

I got up early the next morning and asked the extremely helpful girl working reception at my hostel to write a note for me in Spanish explaining what happened. I took the note to the bank as soon as it opened at 8:30 and showed it to a teller there. I was told I would have to come back later that day after the operator had come to check inside the machine. So there was nothing I could do at that point except to go ahead with my original plan for the day, which was to visit the Tulum ruins and then head to the beach.

Even though I felt like I had already seen more than enough Mayan ruins in Mexico, the ruins in Tulum (entrance fee: 70 pesos) were still high on my list because of their picturesque location. They’re situated high up on a windswept cliff overlooking the turquoise sea. It’s a very pretty sight.


Most people rent bicycles to visit the Tulum ruins, since they’re located about four kilometres from the town centre. I decided to walk there instead, not only to save a bit of money, but also to avoid the hassle of trying to find a place to park and lock up a bike. Plus, riding a bike always hurts my ass. I never rent a bike to go somewhere that’s within an hour’s walking distance.

After spending an hour wandering among the ruins, I decided it was time to head to the beach. Luckily, the beach in Tulum is a short walk away from the ruins. I entered the beach at Playa Santa Fe and continued walking south to Playa Paraiso, where I laid out my towel on the powdery white sand in front of the turquoise water. Paraiso indeed.

Unfortunately, Playa Paraiso did have one major problem when I visited: tons of nasty seaweed floating in the water, brushing up against me while I was trying to swim. It totally ruined the experience of being in the water, feeling that gross seaweed all over me while I was trying to enjoy a refreshing dip in the ocean. It was kind of like eating something delicious but being unable to enjoy it because there’s a hair in your mouth.

Anyway, it was still nice to cool down in the ocean, even though I didn’t stay in as long as I would have if the seaweed hadn’t been there. After my swim I spent some time lying on the beach and getting properly burnt on the backs of my arms.

After leaving the beach I walked back to the bank to inquire about my debit card again. Bad news: They checked the machine and hadn’t found it. Oh well. At least I had the comfort of knowing that nobody else could use it without knowing my PIN!

The next day I went for another long walk, this time to visit two different cenotes. The first one, Cenote Calavera, is located about four kilometres from the town centre. When I arrived at the entrance to the cenote, I was treated to a bit of a rude surprise in the form of a 100-peso entrance fee. I had naively assumed that cenotes were free to visit, so I was kind of annoyed that I had to pay such a steep price to look at a small swimming hole. However, since I had already walked so far, I sucked it up and paid the fee.

After a short walk down a path, Cenote Calavera appeared before me. It was pretty cool, for sure, but it was quite small, too. You couldn’t actually go in and walk around, since the ladder led directly into the water. I don’t think it was worth 100 pesos, but it was a cool place to take pictures.

After Cenote Calavera, I continued a couple more kilometres down the road until I arrived at Tulum’s most famous and most popular cenote: the Grand Cenote. This one had an even more exorbitant entrance fee: 180 pesos! I paid up while grumbling inwardly about how unexpectedly expensive this day trip had been. At least I hadn’t spent anything on transportation!

When I set eyes on the Grand Cenote, I immediately understood why it’s so popular. It’s huge, with lots of space for swimming in the turquoise water. It even has dark, bat-filled caves to explore, and an area for turtles that’s off-limits to swimmers. I hadn’t brought my bathing suit because I didn’t realize how cool the Grand Cenote was going to be. I thought I would be content to just snap some photos and then leave. But as I watched everyone else swimming in the clear water, exploring all the secret caves that were inaccessible to me, I felt like I was really missing out. It looked like it would have been so much fun to jump into the water and swim around.

My fourth day in Tulum was pretty cool. A German girl and two Canadian guys whom I had met a couple nights earlier invited me to come with them on a day trip. They were renting a car to visit the ruins in Coba and three nearby cenotes. I jumped at the opportunity, since I don’t drive myself and therefore wouldn’t be able to visit these particular cenotes on my own.

The four of us rented a car in the morning (700 pesos for 24 hours) and set out for Coba. I think it took us about 45 minutes to drive from Tulum to the entrance of the ruins, where we paid the entrance fee of 70 pesos each.

I enjoyed the ruins in Coba less than the ones at Teotihuacan or Monte Alban, but more than the famous ones at Chichen Itza. The Coba ruins are spread out over a large area, so we spent a lot of our time just walking between each one. The walk is quite nice though; the ruins are located in the jungle and the path is completely shaded by trees, so we didn’t get too hot.

The main attraction of the Coba ruins is a large pyramid that you can climb. The steps are quite steep, so there’s a rope to hang onto while you’re precariously making your way up or down. From the top of the pyramid, all you can see is treetops, but it’s quite a nice view regardless.

After our visit to Coba we got back into the car and headed towards the cenotes. We visited three that are all located within a couple kilometres of each other: Cenote Tamcach-ha, Cenote Choo-ha, and Cenote Multun-ha. It cost us 165 pesos per person to visit all three. They were all quite different, but each one was amazing. Luckily this time I brought my bathing suit so that I could swim. It was my first time ever swimming in a cenote, and it was such a cool experience. (And there was no seaweed!)

Here are some photos of the first cenote we went to, Tamcach-ha. Amazing, right?

The second cenote we visited, Choo-Ha, was my favourite of the three. Seriously, how cool is this place?

The last cenote, Multun-ha, was my least favourite of the three. It was still super cool, but there were no rocks to sit on and there was nowhere to walk but the dock. Like I said though, still super cool!

Day 5 in Tulum brought more walking and more cenotes for me. I walked to two cenotes that are both located just off the highway leading into Tulum, right across the street from each other: Cenote Cristal and Cenote Escondido. I paid 120 pesos to visit both of them. They were completely different than the three cenotes near Coba that I had visited the day before. The ones near Coba are all located deep underground, lit by artificial light and accessed via long, winding staircases. Cenotes Cristal and Escondido, on the other hand, are beautiful pools located at ground level and completely open to the sun.

Here are some pictures of the lovely Cenote Cristal:

Cenote Escondido was just as dreamy as Cenote Cristal:

My last day in Tulum was spent once again swimming in the ocean and lying on the sand at Playa Paraiso. There were still tons of cenotes and other beautiful places around the city left to be explored, but I was trying to curb my spending. My day trips around Tulum had been on the expensive side, so for my last day I wanted to do something that wouldn’t cost any money.

I was pleasantly surprised by how little seaweed there was in the water, compared to the first time I had swum at Playa Paraiso. There was a little bit floating around, but it was totally bearable. I must have gone on a good day, or just picked the right section of the beach!

To sum up, I had a wonderful time in Tulum. There is so much natural beauty and so many incredible things to see and do in the surrounding areas. I noticed that most people at my hostel stayed considerably longer than the usual three or four nights that backpackers tend to spend in a city. I can totally see why — I would have loved to stay longer in Tulum myself, if only the cenotes were a little cheaper to visit! As it was, I packed up my bags after my sixth night, bid farewell to the awesome people I had befriended at my hostel, and boarded a bus to my next sunny destination: Playa del Carmen!

6 Days in Merida, Mexico

I arrived in Merida, the capital of Yucatan state, at 2:00 p.m. after a 19-hour bus ride from San Cristobal de las Casas. (Yes, 19 hours. It was supposed to be 17.5 hours, but it ended up being 19. Oyyyy.) As is usually the case on my first day in a city, by the time I had settled into my hostel, there wasn’t much time to do anything except grab a meal and walk to the city’s main square, the Plaza Grande, to stroll around and take a few pictures.

The next day I took a day trip to Chichen Itza, the most famous Mayan ruins in Mexico and one of the new Seven Wonders of the World. I walked to the second-class bus terminal (right next to the first-class ADO bus terminal) and caught the 8:00 a.m. bus. (Buses leave every hour on the hour, and the trip costs 105 pesos each way.) The bus arrived at Chichen Itza at 11:00. I reluctantly paid the exorbitant entrance fee of 254 pesos (!) and stepped into the park.

After having previously seen the pyramids at Teotihuacan and Monte Alban, Chichen Itza failed to wow me. Of course the ruins are historically fascinating and all (if you’re a history buff, which I am not), but you can’t even climb the main pyramid, like you can at the other sites. Not that the view would have been that great at Chichen Itza anyway, since everything is spread out over such a vast area. So instead of there being a viewpoint that provides a cohesive, panoramic view of the site as a whole, you can only walk around at ground level and look at each ruin individually. This means that I wasn’t able to get any really Instagram-worthy photos out of my visit — just pictures of each individual building. And after a while, all of the ruins started looking the same. My lack of enthusiasm for Chichen Itza wasn’t helped by the grey skies and constant rain sprinkling down all day, but I don’t think I would have liked the place that much even if the sun had been shining. For me, it was one of the most overrated places in Mexico.

Anyway, here are the most interesting photos I was able to take there:

The next day, I went on a day trip that I enjoyed a lot more than Chichen Itza. I went to the nearby town of Izamal, also known as “the Yellow City.” Why it’s called that is obvious as soon as you arrive in the town: All the buildings there are painted in the same vibrant, mustard-yellow hue. It’s a wonderful place to stroll through the streets and take photos.

Getting to Izamal from Merida is cheap, quick, and easy. I took a colectivo from Calle 65 between Calles 52 and 54. The ride only took one hour and cost 35 pesos each way. The driver dropped us off right near the centre of town.

The most important building you’ll see in Izamal is the convent, the Convento San Antonio de Padua. It’s only about a minute’s walk from where the colectivo drops you off, so it’s impossible to miss it. I spent a good chunk of time taking photos here.

The second-most noteworthy structure in Izamal is the pyramid known as Kinich Kakmo. There are a few Mayan ruins scattered around the town centre, but Kinich Kakmo is the largest. And guess what? Unlike the famous pyramid at Chichen Itza, you can actually climb this one. There’s a nice view of the town from the top.

I spent about two-and-a-half hours exploring the beautiful streets of Izamal, then took another colectivo back to Merida. It was a great day out, made even better by perfect weather (the polar opposite of the previous day’s weather). The air was warm and the skies were as sunny as the paint on Izamal’s walls. As I strolled through the vibrant streets, I thought to myself that it must be impossible to be unhappy in such a pretty town. I felt completely rejuvenated after my disappointment of the previous day.

On my fourth day in Merida, I decided to check out Progreso Beach, which is the closest beach to the city and the easiest to reach by public transportation. I took one of the frequent buses (apparently there’s one every 10 minutes) from the AutoProgreso bus terminal near the city centre. The ride costs 21 pesos one-way or 38 pesos for a return trip. Travel time between the two places is one hour.

A fun fact about Progreso is that it has the longest pier in the world. It’s almost four miles long!

There’s not a lot to do in Progreso besides lying on the beach, so after taking some pictures of the pier and strolling along the malecon for a while, I headed back to the bus station and took another bus back to Merida.

When I got back to Merida, I had to go to Walmart to pick up a couple things. I walked there by way of the Paseo Montejo, which is a wide, tree-lined avenue dotted with monuments and lined with beautiful old buildings. Even if you’re not headed anywhere in particular like I was, the Paseo Montejo is a lovely street for a scenic stroll.

The next day I took a really cool day trip to the cenotes near the town of Cuzama. To get there, I walked to the spot where the colectivos to Cuzama depart, on Calle 67 between Calles 50 and 52. I found a colectivo bound for Cuzama and waited about half an hour for it to fill up with passengers so that we could depart. The ride to Cuzama took one hour and cost 27 pesos.

When I got out of the colectivo in Cuzama, I saw a line-up of motorcycles with their front wheels removed and with carts attached where the front wheel should have been. They were kind of like the tuk-tuks you see all over Southeast Asia, except that they were built so that the passengers ride in front of the driver instead of behind. When I disembarked from the colectivo, I mentioned the word “cenotes” to the driver to make sure I was getting off at the right spot. He said something to one of the drivers of the tuk-tuk-like vehicles, and then indicated to me that I should go with that driver. So I got into the tuk-tuk (that’s what I’ll call it from now on) and we drove a few kilometres until we came to a little railway where a bunch of horse-drawn carts were waiting. I paid my tuk-tuk driver 50 pesos and then climbed into one of the horse-drawn carts. The driver of the cart didn’t speak a word of English, but he explained to me in slow, clear Spanish that the ride to the cenotes and back would cost 400 pesos. I had known beforehand that this was the cost of a cart, but I wished I had tried to find two or three people at my hostel to accompany me, so that we could have split the cost. Ah well. I paid the 400 pesos and was on my way to the cenotes with my own private guide (whom I couldn’t understand most of the time) and a horse pulling us along the tracks.

The first two cenotes my guide brought me to were honestly nothing special. The first one was called Cenote Tzapakal. It was little more than a small hole in the ground filled with water that you could only access by climbing down a ladder. It was too dark to take any good pictures there.

The second cenote we visited, Cenote Santa Cruz, was slightly more impressive than Cenote Tzapakal. It was only a few steps away from the former. This one was a little bigger than the first one, but it was also too dark to take any good pictures.

The third and final cenote my guide took me to was a short drive away from the other two, and considerably more impressive than the others. It was called Cenote Chelentun, and it was much more spacious than the first two. The water was so clear and so blue. There were two other people here who had come via another horse-drawn cart.

After my visit to the three cenotes, my guide took me back to where the tuk-tuk had dropped me off. After less than a minute of looking around, I saw my driver coming toward me down the street. He stopped beside me, I jumped into the cart, and we headed back to where the colectivo had dropped me off in the morning. When we got there I paid the driver another 50 pesos, and hopped into the colectivo that was already waiting on the street. In about 10 minutes, I was on my way back to Merida.

I wholeheartedly recommend a trip to the Cuzama cenotes if you can find two or three other people to go with. (The horse-drawn carts hold up to four people.) I can’t recommend that you go alone like I did because it’s so expensive to have a cart all to yourself. This was the most expensive day trip I have done so far on this trip, and it wasn’t the most enjoyable or the most interesting. If you split the cost with two or three other people, then I think it would totally be worth it, but 554 pesos (the grand total I paid, including the colectivo, the tuk-tuk, and the horse-drawn cart) is too much to spend on your own just to visit a few swimming holes. That being said, my trip to the Cuzama cenotes was definitely interesting and different from any other excursion I have been on so far in Mexico. I’m glad to have had the experience.

On my last day in Merida, I took my own advice that I had failed to follow the previous day. I found two girls at my hostel who wanted to go to the Celestun Biosphere Reserve to see the flocks of flamingos there. I was so happy to find other people who wanted to go there because a boat ride through the Celestun Biosphere Reserve was actually the #1 thing I wanted to do while in Merida, but I didn’t want to go alone because the boat ride costs 1500 pesos. I could have gone by myself and just hoped to find people at the dock that I could share a boat with, but I didn’t want to risk having no one else show up. Obviously I wasn’t going to pay 1500 pesos for a boat ride, no matter how glorious the flamingos were.

The two girls and I walked to the second-class bus station in Merida and caught the 11:00 a.m. bus to Celestun. (Buses leave every hour on the hour.) It cost us each 60 pesos for the 2.5-hour trip. Luckily, we met three more people on the bus who were also planning to take the boat ride, so we made a deal to all go together. That way, each of us would only have to pay 250 pesos.

When we got off the bus in Celestun, we hunted down a taxi to shuttle us the short distance to the docks. When we arrived, we were given some extremely disappointing news by the lady selling the boat tickets: We would not see many flamingos on the boat ride, due to the water levels being too high for them to stick around in the area. We were pretty upset by this news, naturally, but we had to still take the boat ride since we had already come so far.

Just as we were about to get into the boat, we spotted something in the water that partially made up for our disappointment regarding the flamingos. A crocodile! Just lying there next to the dock, about a foot away from our feet! At first we didn’t think it was real, but a couple of my companions said they saw it open and close its eyes. (I didn’t see that, and I’m still not entirely convinced the animal was alive. Not only did I not see it make the slightest movement the whole time I was standing in front of it snapping photos, but when we returned from our boat ride an hour later, it was still floating there! It hadn’t moved a single inch. I’m not in the least familiar with normal crocodile behaviour, and I guess it could have just been sleeping, but that seemed strange to me. I wanted to throw something at it, to see it make some kind of movement, but something told me that was not a good idea.)

As the ticket lady had predicted, our boat ride was sadly lacking in flamingo sightings. When I had left my hostel that morning, I had had visions of seeing thousands of flamingos standing in the water and soaring through the sky, dazzling my vision and transforming the sky into an endless pink blur. Instead, guess how many of these fuschia beauties we saw during the hour we spent on the water? Seven. We saw exactly seven flamingos. Not only that, but we didn’t even get close enough to them to take a single decent picture. I was tremendously disappointed.


You probably can’t tell, but there are two flamingos flying in this picture.

Even though we didn’t see many flamingos, the boat ride was still nice. We saw many different kinds of birds, including tons of pelicans.

The best part of the ride was when we drove through a tunnel that wound through an amazing mangrove forest.

There was also another mangrove forest where a boardwalk had been built. Here we were allowed to disembark from the boat and walk around for a few minutes.

After our boat ride was over, we took another taxi back to the town centre. Four of us had a nice dinner at a restaurant on the beach before taking the bus back to Merida.

We finally arrived back in Merida at 8:00 p.m. after a long, exhausting, and disappointing day. Oh well. Travel always has its ups and downs. Every day can’t be amazing, now can it? And hey, at least we saw a crocodile (that may or may not have been dead)! Oh, and I didn’t have to pay 1500 pesos for the boat! Thank God — that would have been the rip-off of the century.

On the whole, I had a good time in Merida. There are tons of great day trip options in the surrounding areas, so I never ran out of things to do during the six days I spent in the city. Some of the day trips I took from Merida were disappointing, yes, but that was mainly due to unfortunate circumstances or poor planning on my part. I’m sure most people who take the same day trips I described in this post enjoy them a lot more than I did. Anyway, by the time I left Merida, I was more than ready to spend some time relaxing on a beach in my next destination: Tulum!

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3 Days in Puebla, Mexico

The second stop on my six-week tour of Mexico was the city of Puebla, about two hours southeast of Mexico City. It’s a beautiful city, with bright, candy-coloured buildings lining the cobblestone streets in the historic centre of town. Here’s a run-down of what I did during the three days I spent there.


My hostel, Posada Vee Yuu, was housed in a beautiful old colonial building.

On my first day in Puebla I didn’t do too much because it was late afternoon when I arrived at my hostel, and I was planning to get up early the next morning for a day trip to neighbouring Cholula. I managed to walk to the zocalo (the city’s central square), have a nice meal at a cheap restaurant, and take some pictures of the beautiful cathedral by the zocalo before calling it a night.

As I mentioned, I paid a visit to the town of Cholula on my second day in Puebla. I got there by catching a bus on Avenida 6 Poniente between Calle 13 Norte and Calle 11 Norte. I paid only 6 pesos each way for the approximately-40-minute ride.

Cholula is known for being home to the largest man-made pyramid in the world. That’s right — it’s even bigger than the Great Pyramid of Giza (although not as tall)! I was excited to see this architectural wonder for myself, but my visit to Cholula left me disappointed and extremely confused in that regard… I couldn’t find the pyramid.

Now, I was aware before my visit that the pyramid has not been fully excavated, and kind of just looks like a hill with a church on top. (The church is known as the Iglesia de Nuestra Senora de los Remedios.) However, I had read that there are tunnels inside the pyramid that you can walk through. Try as I might, I couldn’t find any kind of ticket office or anything that looked like an entrance into the pyramid, despite walking all the way around the hill topped by the church. I’m not sure what I was missing, but the trip into the pyramid didn’t happen for me.

I see the base of a pyramid… and then I just see a hill.

Even though I was bummed about the pyramid, my trip to Cholula was not a complete bust. I walked up to the church at the top of the hill (supposedly the top of the pyramid that I couldn’t see), and the views of the town from up there were more than enough to make the trip worthwhile.

Besides the church and the pyramid (which I still believe exists, despite my inability to detect it), there aren’t a ton of things to see in Cholula. So after spending a couple of hours in the town, I headed back to Puebla via bus.

The first thing I did when I got back to Puebla was to check out the amazing street art in the Xanenetla neighbourhood. The place is officially known as Puebla Ciudad Mural, and I can affirm that that title is a perfectly accurate description of Xanenetla. Almost every wall in the neighbourhood is covered by a beautiful mural. Walking through Xanenetla was my favourite thing to do in Puebla. Don’t miss it if you’re ever in town.

After my stroll through Xanenetla, I popped into the Biblioteca Palafoxiana. This library, which is housed on the second floor of the Casa de la Cultura near the zocalo, has the impressive distinction of being the oldest public library in Latin America. The Biblioteca Palafoxiana is a small, one-room library, but it’s totally worth popping in for a few minutes to take some photos and check out all the old-timey books on display around the room.

Around 1:45 p.m., shortly before my visit to the Palafoxiana, it started raining. Not only did it fail to stop raining at all throughout the rest of the day, but it continued raining alllllll throughout the next day too. It wasn’t a heavy rain, but it meant that I had to have my umbrella in hand at all times.

Despite the incessant rain, on my last day in Puebla I decided to walk about 2.5km to the cable car station. Yes, Puebla has a cable car and it’s the most boring thing ever. I don’t even understand the point of it, since it doesn’t actually lead up to anything. You take the elevator up, ride the cable car across to the adjacent station, then take the elevator back down to the ground again. I guess it’s cool to be suspended high up in the air, but the views are not great enough to justify the existence of a cable car here.

After my disappointing cable car ride, I didn’t feel like walking all the way back to my hostel in the rain, so I decided to catch a bus. That turned out to be an even bigger mistake than the cable car. I had absolutely no idea what route the bus I caught was going to take, but I assumed it would take me closer to the centre of town. Oh, how wrong I was. Instead of heading towards the centre, the bus brought me all the way to the outskirts of the city. I was using the GPS on my phone to track our route, and my train of thought went something like this:

“OK, this bus is not going where I wanted it to, but as long as it turns left at the next street, I should be OK…Alright, he made the turn, so if he just keeps going straight, I’ll get off in eight blocks…Oh shit, why did he have to turn there? Now where are we going? It’s OK, I’ll just wait until we get to that main street, and then surely he’ll turn left… Alright, this is not going how I planned, and I’m super far away from my hostel, but things can still turn around if — Fuck! Where the hell is he taking us? Mexico City?? JODIE GET OFF THE BUS GET OFF THE BUS GET OFF THE BUS!”

When I finally had to admit defeat and get off the bus, I was so much farther away from my hostel than I was before I got on the bus. I sighed inwardly, chalked it up as a lesson learned, and walked the four or five kilometres back to my hostel in the rain.

I was starving by the time I got back to my hostel, so I decided to find somewhere to eat. I had told myself earlier that I should really eat a salad today, to compensate a bit for all the heavy, cheesy, creamy Mexican food I’d been eating every day for the past week. But after all that walking (and the generally so-so day I was having), a salad was just not gonna fly. I wanted me some comfort food. After some Googling, I found an amazing vegan taco restaurant called Tacotlan Vegano. I had three delicious, cruelty-free tacos there for only 13 pesos each. They didn’t quite make up for the stressful bus ride and the long walk in the rain, but they helped.

All in all, Puebla was not my favourite place ever. Of course, my opinion of it was negatively skewed by the rain. (It is a very pretty city in the sunlight.) But I felt that there was not a lot to do there, and the three nights that I stayed was one night too many. Oh well! You can’t fall in love with every place you visit, now can you?

Next stop: Oaxaca!

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